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March

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"Be prepared for a serious book hangover as you embark on a year's worth of sexy heroes and wild rides!"
–Meredith Wild, #1 NYT Bestselling Author of the Hacker Series

Synopsis

A fiancée. I'm going to Chicago to pretend to be some Italian Stallion's future wife. Why a massive hunk, boxer, and rich restaurateur needs a fake bride is beyond me. Then again, I'm not paid to know why. I'm paid $100,000 to be his escort, or in this case, the woman he's supposedly "going" to marry.

The moment I met Antony "Tony" Fasano, I thought I might have lost my ability to breathe. In my twenty–four years of life, I'd not seen anything like him. Clad only in a small towel precariously dangling from his hips—water droplets streaming down every inch of his muscular frame—I knew right then and there, I'd finally seen male perfection in all its raw glory.

What happened next blew me away. It was now abundantly clear why he needed me...a fake fiancée.


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Series: Calendar Girl Publisher: Waterhouse Press

Kindle Book

  • Release date: August 3, 2015

OverDrive Read

  • File size: 454 KB
  • Release date: August 3, 2015

EPUB ebook

  • File size: 950 KB
  • Release date: August 3, 2015

Formats

Kindle Book
OverDrive Read
EPUB ebook

subjects

Fiction Romance

Languages

English

"Be prepared for a serious book hangover as you embark on a year's worth of sexy heroes and wild rides!"
–Meredith Wild, #1 NYT Bestselling Author of the Hacker Series

Synopsis

A fiancée. I'm going to Chicago to pretend to be some Italian Stallion's future wife. Why a massive hunk, boxer, and rich restaurateur needs a fake bride is beyond me. Then again, I'm not paid to know why. I'm paid $100,000 to be his escort, or in this case, the woman he's supposedly "going" to marry.

The moment I met Antony "Tony" Fasano, I thought I might have lost my ability to breathe. In my twenty–four years of life, I'd not seen anything like him. Clad only in a small towel precariously dangling from his hips—water droplets streaming down every inch of his muscular frame—I knew right then and there, I'd finally seen male perfection in all its raw glory.

What happened next blew me away. It was now abundantly clear why he needed me...a fake fiancée.


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